I previously picked a destination but that took away the excitement, the thrill & the fun of finding new unknown places & treasures,

I stopped focusing on that one destination & decided to enjoy the journey,

Oohh it’s full of frustrations, excitement, pleasure, disappointment, doubt, confusion, beauty, wonder, fantasy, experiences, thrill, spontaneity,.. You name it. But all these don’t last long,

Before you decide to judge, the fact is,

Im here and on my way to somewhere unknown, it’s unknown because I’m not there yet,

I allow the women in me to live, refuse to settle for just good if better is possible,

and if good stopped being good, then these women know they get to do this life only once & so they stop accepting what they shouldn’t,

I learned to never be a victim, it makes me feel weak,

I never sit to convince myself to accept what I shouldn’t,

I learned to never let anyone decide if ill be happy or unhappy, and this is the challenge,

See,

Im on the way to to somewhere unknown; who knows the future anyway?

Today, like any other day, I remind myself that I’m allowed to change my mind any day, any time, any minute, if I believe that’s the way I should take,

The simple life that I live has to have meaning to me,

Every morning I remind myself allowing another to influence who I am, what i do, what I love, what I hate, is handing over myself & being to them & telling them, “here, live for me, I am inadequate to do so for myself ”

I hurt, and it wasn’t physical pain. I felt powerless, I started suffocating.

But,

I never felt hopeless. Yes, at the time i felt like my soul was floating somewhere unknown, somewhere unsafe,

I could have stopped breathing, it was easier to do so than to take the painful breaths in & out,

You know, the ones that kept me alive.

Hope is What kept me going, I cried in the shower,

Most of all, I talked to & with God through it

I had sleepless nights & woke up restless, I clenched to my pillows wondering if they’d like to share my pain,

But something kept me going; that was my imagination of the near future, the dreams I wasn’t willing to believe they were now unreachable,

I didn’t stop believing in what I once did.

I dreamed of the day that all the invisible weight would be lifted off my shoulders,

But also,

I had worried day & night, wondering why I almost sold my dreams for cheap & small desires

I wasn’t willing to relax in a restless flight, somewhere out of memory, too afraid of what I’m meant to become or have,

Yet, I was so afraid.

I counted days & nights, I looked myself in the mirror & decided that wasn’t it,

Smoke & mirrors weren’t meant for me, if it’s unclear and I can’t see through, oh well, then ill open my eyes wider,

That moment hurt me so much & i wasn’t gonna force it to fly off, it was a challenge, but it gave me something

So I stayed still, I let it run through me & wash me down,

I patiently waited for it to pass,

It was at this time that I learned the importance of allowing self some solitude to understand what I was feeling.

And for things that light a fire within or that throw me off the edge,

Those are the things I don’t let go until they’ve given me what they ought to,

I didn’t get in to the rat race for small sweet desires that were nothing but set traps to eliminate my existence while I was still alive,

I felt pain & pleasure,

But most of all, I lived. And now, more than any other time I believe what was said in the Unbroken, “A Moment of Pain is Worth a Lifetime of Glory”

Embrace the chapter that you’re on in life, don’t try to escape it. Live, feel, accept & try to appreciate it. Read it & know why it’s there to offer before it’s vanished! After all, It only takes less than a second to close one chapter.

Oh, & I counted the unbloomed flower buds that were nothing but green & dull; eleven!

I quickly got them in a vase, with just the right amount of cool water, didn’t give a thought about them,

But my mind said to my heart, “they’re not your favorite! They’re dull too! How can anyone hand you anything like this!”

Well, I love flowers & I think they’re meant to remind us that there’s beauty around us & within us! But we have to be willing to look at the beauty! Sometimes waiting to see it too; but the all time winner is the one who feels it!

Two nights passed and after the third one, something magical happened!

I walked down the stairs from the bedroom, opened the blinds and curtain to my window and an array of beautiful sunlight landed on me,

Sat on the couch as I planned my day amidst my thoughts,

I then looked in front of me and there she was!

So colorful, beautiful, delicate, and just open… she looked vulnerable, ooh, so vulnerable I could feel it within me,

She was colorful, some parts were faded while others were rich in color, it gave her life,

She didn’t move, of course she couldn’t! She was nothing but comfortable, and just fragile enough; unbreakable before her time,

And so I took time to just look at her without touching, I smell my flowers, but this one, not quite yet,..i reminded me of the shameful thoughts I had when I first got her,…

The faded and the rich in color parts of her completed her,

So imperfectly perfect,

So beautiful, undeniably shameless to just be,

……. don’t forget about the flower, it is to be unforgettable🏵

But now think about life. How often have you not waited to see the beauty?

Or maybe you think it’s often too delicate when you see it?

What if its you who’s not gentle enough to handle it with just your eyes, what if once you handle it you end up destroying it before it’s end time’s arrived?

And who said beauty has to be seen? You see it and with the unsure soul you have to tremble over it because you taught your soul long ago to never just feel it, you have to destroy!

How often have you looked and thought, “If this were like what I expected, id see it’s beauty; but I just don’t now!”

Look, my two green stems full of green leaves & eleven green buds are blooming. If I let go of them as soon as I thought they’re not my favorite, id have missed a different kind of beauty and sensuality they’ve aroused within. And while nothing really lasts, these aren’t here to last either. But they’ll have shared their beauty & more so, lived to meet their purpose!

Why do I say so?

Well, if I were a Lily, orchid, rose, a tulip or whatever else I could be, Id want to be gently plucked, and hanged over in symbolism of compassion, patience, purity, and beauty. Even a smile would be enough…maybe the hug that follows a bouquet would be as well!